Old Fashioned Sass For The Peacock and The Voyeur

by Kentucky Gag Order

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released April 11, 2003

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Kentucky Gag Order Minneapolis, Minnesota

Kentucky Gag Order existed from 2001-2003.

Dojo Holliday can now be seen in Death of a Ladies Man.

Jeff Smieding's novel "The Salt Machine" can be found on Amazon.

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Track Name: The Tryst of Kitty Hix
It weren't coincidence it was consequence
That dropped the dime and put out a hit -
The hit that ended the lifespan of your lifestyle.
And as with any device smiles, after miles, do erode.

It's like this...

The hissing component the delicate tart
The tell-tale thud of a bloated heart.
Disheveled and leveled but functional just the same.
And no ruse is good news.
That's my position, anyway.
An avid proponent of minimal harm
The tell-tale throb of a broken arm
A celibate man with a bitter hand.

Let your prayers ring out for all the metaphors that died in vain.
There's no glory in the stories told to vilify the left half of the brain.
And when cruel is the rule
Well then I shall lead the way.
Whom did you do
Well then I shall do the same.

Come the wet-ass hour I am everybody's Daddy.
When the drama comes to call I am sworn to pay it mind.
Spit, shake, give it a name, christen it with Calamine.
When indiscretion seeks a suitor I am destined to oblige.

That's right.

A stiff imitation of a nonchalance
The elegant air of non-response
An evening better spent with cyanide.
Indecision is only an issue for the uninspired.
That's my opinion anyway.
The knick-a-knacks, the bric-a-brac.
The tryst of Kitty Hix in fact
I myself was once El Capitan.

This boy's lost his zeal since the olfactory burnt down
Ruttin' and rootin' I make fisticuffs in the hopes of catching a flirtatious advance from my future ex-wife.
Chivalry is alive.

Let your prayers ring out for all the metaphors that died in vain.
There's no glory in the stories told to vilify the left half of the brain.
And when cruel is the rule
Well then I shall lead the way.
Whom did you do
Well then I shall do the same.

Come the wet-ass hour I am everybody's Daddy.
When the drama comes to call I am sworn to pay it mind.
Spit, shake, give it a name, and christen it with Calamine.
When indiscretion seeks a suitor I am destined to oblige.

Let your prayers ring out for all the metaphors that died in vain.
There's no glory in the stories told to vilify the left half of the brain.
Oh let your prayers ring out for all the metaphors that died in vain.
There's no glory in the stories told to vilify the left half of the brain.

How's it ya do what you do when you do who you do what ya do when you do who ya do-ah.

How's it ya do what you do when you do who you do what ya do when you do who ya do-ah.
Track Name: Anhedonia
You can try to pry an answer from the roof o' my mouth though
I cannot promise proper grace or clarity.
To utter affirmations when the language is doubt
'S like trying' to pitch a liberty fidelity.

I'd really rather rattle off hyperboles.
I'd really rather rattle off hyperboles.
I'd really rather rattle off hyperboles.
I'd really rather rattle off hyperboles.

Anhedonia!

You can trade your peccadilloes in for temporal fame though
I cannot guarantee the taste of brevity.
The culture of appeal would have you swallow your tongue
But your conscience will entice you with sincerity.

You can try to pry an answer from the roof o' my mouth.
You can try to pry an answer from the roof o' my mouth.
You can try to pry an answer from the roof o' my mouth.
You can try to pry an answer from the roof o' my mouth.

Anhedonia!
Track Name: Soft Lights/Soft Focus
Sissy don't presume to know what you can call home.
The label should read, "Truth serves whomever is owed."
It's best you learn to do so's you don't get done.
See I don't move so's I don't get stung.

Every damn day she live I die.
Lend me fifty cent I'm gon' t' figure out why.
Some prefer love to cancer well let the beautiful bastards try.
Ain't nothing quite as tragic as a clumsy bride.

Mayhaps it be the cock that's a talkin'.
Mayhaps it be the pain.
Stifle your blues about the dues preempt the flu go buy the pint-sized coffin.
Mayhaps it be the same.

Everyone blows when you're blowin' through.
Everyone slows when you can't find the time.
And that's a slow flowin' bitch of a crime.
I'm no foe.
But should ya hang.
I'd kick the pole.
And then I'd chase the loss with a bottle of wine.

(Rant) Ex-sex makes the world go round.

Every damn day she live I die.
Lend me fifty cent I'm gon' t' figure out why.
Some prefer love to cancer
Some prefer love to cancer
Some prefer love to cancer well let the beautiful bastards try.
Ain't nothing quite as tragic as a clumsy bride.
Track Name: Pistols. Dawn. It's On.
Sassafras.
Voted most likely to poison communion at early mass.
You do like your saviors thin and yea!
Though I walk through the valley - of perpetual debt
You'll be spendin' cash.
I guessing that martyr gig pays. Well!

Testimonia.
I'll bring the pretense and you'll bring a round of ammonia.
And we will settle this thing.

'Cause I can prove anything you can prove better
With a craw full of phlegm and a pack of withdrawal.
You set the precedent.
You make the present tense.
Nothin' says "romance" like pistols at dawn.

Pistols at dawn. It's on.
Pistols at dawn. It's on.

From cradle sores to industry.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.
From boiler room to blushing groom.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.
From afterglow to atrophy.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.
From reverie to blasphemy.
You needed me. Yes you needed me.

'Cause I can soothe any ail you whip together.
Head wounds and slow tunes are applicable.
This preoccupation with bunk stipulations
Nothing says "nothing" like nothing at all.
Oh the Lord loves a working girl, go ask Magdalene
Thirst for redemption will incite a brawl.
Drunk with dysfunction, fuck the injunction
It's ten paces out and we turn and we draw.


'Cause I can prove anything you can prove better
With a craw full of phlegm and a pack of withdrawal.
You set the precedent.
You make the present tense.
Nothin' says "romance" like pistols at dawn.

It's on. Yeah it's on.
Track Name: Your Opinion Is Wrong
I killed love.
It was me.
Fasten together tight my two ankles.
Hang me from the family tree.

Sho nuff I'll rule this night.
Sho nuff I'll bid you bye.
Said I to the fly.
Said I to the lame.

Sho nuff I'll bleed by five.
Sho nuff I'll heal by nine.
Said I to the snide.
Sho nuff I'll pay to play.
Sho nuff I'm one sweet lay.
Said I to the dames.

I killed love.
It was me.
Fasten together tight my two ankles.
Hang me from the family tree.

I was at the Last Supper people
And I have got to tell ya.
Killer meal.
Lame speech.

We could cut a deal Eve.
We could spoil the crop.
Track Name: Aristocrass
Mademoiselle, I said mademoiselle
With a shape like this it's kind of hard to tell.
That I can wrap my tongue around the Liberty Bell.
Charm the suits if they's lookin' to sell.
Breed to please for the sake of class.
Breed to please for the sake of class.
Breed to please for the sake of class.
I'd give these genes divine to the aristocrass. Go!

Mademoiselle, I said mademoiselle
With a face like this it's kind of hard to tell.
I can breed to please.
Breed to please.
Breed to please.
Breed to please.

I do declare!
I saw a preacher stroke a blind man's hair.
And I been saved.
But it cos' me near a half day's pay.

Sold! To the knucklehead in bondage in the back.
To the bookie, he won't cut no slack.
Who's gonna raise my bail?!

Ahhhhhh shit.

I can breed to please. Go!

Mademoiselle, I said mademoiselle
In a place like this where the talk is stale.
Where fighting and fucking go hand in hand.
Fighting and fucking go hand in hand.
Fighting and fucking go hand in hand.
Fighting and fucking go hand in hand.
Like hands and glands!

Sold! I seen a preacher stroke a blind man's hair.
And I been saved.
But it cos' me near a half day's pay.

Sold! To the knucklehead in bondage in the back.
To the bookie, he won't cut no slack.
Who's gonna raise my bail?!
Track Name: The Greasy Dove
Shine wit' yo' pappy.
The family crest.
Go get your venom.
Straight from the breast.
Some scars are precious baby.
I can attest.
Some scars are reverential.
I'll do my best.

Hallelujah. What's it to ya.

A shot o' turpentine.
The eucharist.
Turn off the halo baby.
We get the gist.
One part convention.
One part duress.
Shake shake for thirty days.
One sexy mess.
As seen below baby.
The same above.
The olive branch via -
The Greasy Dove.

Bring fifty comas
C-cold colas and the body of Cain.
We's ALL tar babies
We's ALL tart up.
Track Name: Old Fashioned Sass For The Peacock and The Voyeur
Rotgut generator dysentery pie
Been sick since Sunday I hack alibis
And it's one and a two it'll take a four count to whip up a tone.
Half dressed and ready to loan.
Half blessed and ready to burst.
Half of which half will go it alone?

Wave length mediator hissy fit prick
I've been blah since noon should I auction off my dick?
Oh! I hardly need it now.
Whoa wipe the sweat off your phone.
Woe is a phase you'll outgrow.
Woe is the talent of fools who suffer alone.

I am too tired to vote I am too tired to plead I've forgiven.
Now I'm pickin' a season to flee.
I am too young to boast I am too prime to plead I've forgiven.
That's as good as a reason can be.
I say threatmaker, threatmaker send me your tension
I applaud your bravado I am moved by the mention.
You may pinch a nerve but you'll never tarnish a bone.
Go get grown.

I'm at the blink and nod end of a massive conversation
I have offered my spine to every nasty occupation
If it works, and it's got perks and ah fuck it.

My don't you curse well rehearsed
My don't you curse every verse.
Why don't you curse,
Curse what it's worth.

I am too tired to vote I am too old to tease I've forgiven.
Now I'm pickin' a season to flee.
I am too young to boast I am too prime to plead I've forgiven.
That's as good as a reason can be.
I say threatmaker, threatmaker send me your tension
I applaud your bravado I am moved by the mention.
You may pinch a nerve but you'll never tarnish a bone.
Go get grown.

In lieu of respect.
I will send you no fret I've forgiven.
Oh. Go get grown.

Half dressed and ready to loan.
Half blessed and ready to burst.
Half dressed and ready to loan.
Half blessed and ready to burst.
Whoa wipe the sweat off your phone.
Woe is a phase you'll outgrow.
Whoa wipe the sweat off your phone.

I am too tired to vote I am too old to tease I've forgiven.
Now I'm pickin' a season to flee.
I am too young to boast I am too prime to plead I've forgiven.
That's as good as a reason can be.
I say threatmaker, threatmaker send me your tension
I applaud your bravado I am moved by the mention.
You may pinch a nerve but you'll never tarnish a bone.
Go get grown.